Liu Jing put his fingers on Lin Ping's shoulder at close range, but he was still motionless. This kind of bowed head, to say something unpleasant, was no different from the corpse in the morgue of the funeral home, she did not see the slight tremor of his body due to breathing, and did not feel the warmth of his own body.

"How is he?" Luo Dawei and the others all stared at Liu Jing alone and asked.

"Dead." The sound that came from the mouth of his throat was a little hard, and his eyes lowered to look at the puddle of blood red at Lin Ping's feet.

Liu Jingxin tightened suddenly, and the feeling of nausea and fear made her want to leave here immediately. This is a fact that no one can believe, just a few minutes ago, a living person lost his life in front of her.

Liu Jing's crumbling body was supported by Luo Dawei in time, looking at her pale face, Luo asked very worriedly: "Are you okay?" She closed her eyes in pain, shook her head, and covered her hand with a hard sore sound coming from her throat.

Seeing this, Luo hurriedly shouted: "God, hurry up, call forensics." ”

Everyone looked at each other, not daring to approach the deceased, blood was still dripping under the hooked skull of the deceased, and as the blood on the ground accumulated, a faint smell of blood lingered in the air.

Liu Jing's incessant vomiting and sobbing made everyone present sigh. After someone brought a cup of cold boiling, she frowned and took it, and with the support of a female policeman, she went to the bathroom outside, gargling the depression in her chest to get a little better.

When people are spiritually vulnerable, they think of the people closest to them. Liu Jing is no exception, she is also an ordinary man, Chen Jun's shadow, stubbornly emerging from her mind, precipitated memories.

Liu Jing looked at the waiting, a little uneasy female policeman smiled bitterly and said, "You go and get busy, I'm fine, just rest for a while." The policewoman nodded and left.

When Liu Jing appeared in the small monitoring room again, he saw that Luo Dawei was looking carefully, and judging from the location of the blood on the ground, the blood was flowing from under Lin Ping's hooked neck, and his chin was sticky and full of blood, and it had coagulated.

Liu Jing trembled, saying that Lin Ping felt that he was a little different when he came in just now, the neck did not look forward, he kept hooking his head, and thought that he was ashamed and did not dare to face himself, but it turned out that he had a problem with his neck.

After the forensic doctor arrived to examine it, it was confirmed that the deceased was injured in another place, that is, before he came to see Liu Jing, his neck was attacked by an external force, or he was scratched with a sharp weapon or something.

When Luo Dawei heard what the forensic doctor said, he quickly called Liu Jing together and went to the detention room to see in person, the detention room is generally used to detain suspected objects, and if the detention object is an individual who commits a crime, then it is generally detained for seven days. Taking a step back, if it is a gang, then the number of days of detention will increase correspondingly, about 30 days.

As for this issue, I am also a layman and don't understand, so I will mention it at once. In other words, the layout of this detention room is a simple single bed, bedding and so on are necessary, no matter where people are, they still have to rest.

Luo Dawei looked at the detention room and asked Liu Jing to perceive it and reverie about Lin Ping's situation last night......

Lin Ping was in a terrible mood and extremely depressed, and according to Team Luo's instructions, he lied to his parents at home that he was playing outside with Xiaojie and met his classmates, so he couldn't go home on time.

After that, Lin Ping called Chen Jun again and asked him to take Xiaojie for a while, and then contact him.

Then Team Luo left, the door of the detention room was locked, and the remaining duty officers were in the duty room.

Lin Ping was depressed and couldn't sleep normally, tossing and turning on the single bed and couldn't fall asleep until late at night...... The silence around is as dead as silence, and the more this ghostly quiet, the more it gives people a gratuitous reverie.

Liu Jing closed her eyes, feeling the darkness from her surroundings, the rustling sound of the corridor outside the door came and went, and a ghostly figure suddenly appeared at the door of No. 8 where Lin Ping was detained. She was drenched and seemed to be dripping, and the cold wind lifted the ghostly shadow's hair......

"No......" Liu Jing shouted in horror, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared densely on her forehead, and she felt suffocated and uncomfortable. The silky hair pounced on Lin Ping who was sleeping like thorns. She continued to sense, the cold around her intensifying.

Liu Jing's face became more and more ugly, her whole face was as white as transparent, and she kept trembling like a swing...... Diffusion of pupil radioactivity. Granular beads of sweat turned into rain-like sweat, instantly wetting her hair and sticking to her forehead.

Luo Dawei didn't dare to take risks, he hurriedly hugged Liu Jing and reached out to choke her people fiercely. It took a long time for her to regain her breath, but she didn't dare to tell him what she perceived, because she was afraid in her heart, afraid that she didn't know anything.

Luo Dawei had no choice but to send Liu Jing out and place him in a place to rest, he returned again, and carefully browsed the detention room, and found nothing particularly eye-catching, just when he turned around and left in confusion. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the beam of light shining from the window under the single bed, and unexpectedly found a silk-like object, curled up in a curled state at the position where the shoes were placed under the single bed.

Luo Dawei went in again, took out the gloves and tweezers he carried with him from his pocket, picked up the silk-like object, and looked closer to his eyes, which was a chestnut-colored slightly curly but somewhat resilient hair.

Does strands of hair strangle people? The thought came to Law's brain, and it was also a theoretical speculation, and after careful examination by the medical examiner, the subsequent answer should correct his inference.

The wound under the neck of the deceased Lin Ping was neat, and the gap between the wounds was really as thin as a hair, if he didn't bleed, he would be so straight on his neck, and there was no trace of a wound on his neck. In other words, the deceased Lin Ping didn't know that his throat had been cut, and he didn't look down until he felt uncomfortable in his neck when he was talking to Liu Jing, or when he saw blood dripping down, and as a result, this bowing made the subcutaneous tissues at the crack of the wound stagger and overlap, resulting in massive bleeding and death.

It's incredible, let's say it's law enforcement! How did the murderer come to kill the people? It won't be the fictional ones in movies and TV, with the unparalleled martial arts of flying away from the world! Or even the stealth man, the stealth man came to the detention room, used the sleeping Lin Ping with a strand of hair, and then used internal force to use the strand of hair as a blade to cut his neck!

How could this kind of nonsense be moved, and the desk in the office of the Public Security Bureau became the topic of case filing, and it could only be said that it was just a joke made by a few colleagues in private. There is no Spider-Man, there is no Batman, and there is no precedent for killing people with such strands of hair.

But facts are facts, this is a shameful thing, there are really Lin Ping's DNA blood stains on the hair, and it can only be detected with advanced imported DNA identification instruments.

As soon as Lin Ping died, the search for Lin Zhen's whereabouts lost clues again, and Luo Dawei and his party hurried to the aunt's house that Lin Ping mentioned before, but they pounced. In response to Lin Ping's death in the detention room, the relevant departments gave the family corresponding compensation, as for how to compensate, it is a secret and cannot be disclosed at will.

Later, it was found that Lin Zhen had secretly run away from her aunt's house half a month ago. People in my aunt's family said that she was suspicious all day long, and she really didn't sleep a good night's sleep since she went there.

Liu Jing returned to the Shengying community, in an empty house, holding her knees tightly with her hands and staring at the floor tiles in a daze. The brain is like a CD player playing, the scene where she and Lin Ping stayed together before. The reason why she didn't promise Luo Dawei to go to Lin's house with her and give the bad news of Lin Ping's death to Lin's father, Lin's mother knew. It's because she really doesn't have the courage to surpass herself to tell them both about such a cruel event, and she doesn't want to see their pain.

Who said that women's explosiveness is not as strong as men's, and women's explosiveness is no worse than men's when conditions permit. At this time, Liu Jing burst out with innate energy and shouted in the living room: "Come out!" Don't you want to kill someone? Whether you are a human or a ghost, come out, you are coming at me! Just kill me alone, why should they die? After the shout, tears fell silently down his cheeks, and he asked a living person to die in front of him, what a cruel reality, who can answer all these questions, why?

I thought that staying with corpses all day long would not have that fragile mentality, and my endurance should be stronger than that of ordinary people. But Liu Jing completely collapsed, she grabbed what she threw like crazy. The eyes were hazy with tears, and the vision gradually blurred, and with a casual glance, I suddenly saw a slender figure appear in the glass door from the kitchen to the living room.

"Who are you?" Jing wiped her tears and asked. Wiping away tears, the sight is clear, the kitchen is not there at all. Is it a hallucination? She shook her head, thinking to herself that the figure must have gone to the small balcony on the side of the kitchen, and thinking of this, she picked up an umbrella from the living room to the door, and ran to the kitchen.